It’s curious how life can turn on a moment. Sometimes with just an idea.

For us, it was 20 years ago this spring when my wife, Tamara, asked the simple question, “What about here?”

It was a question that popped up as we were absorbing the bucolic beauty of southern Sonoma County having just visited my mom who had retired to Sonoma. At the time, we were living in Mountain View but were hopscotching around the West Coast looking to find a place to settle and start a family, knowing we were never going to make it work financially in the South Bay.

“Well, they have a newspaper up here called The Press Democrat,” I said. “It’s owned by the New York Times and is very respected. But there’s one problem. They rarely ever have any openings. Nobody ever leaves that paper.”